Durr-e-Sameen

The so-called miracles you hear nowadays—the hearsay—by way of fable;
Put forth as arguments, with nary a vestige of the credible

All the sects, you see—this is now their be-all, their end-all;
Regaling fantastic miracles in fables—that's their alpha, their omega, their be-all

Alas, of their own faith, they offer no supporting manifestation;
As if the powers of the Lord of the heavens and Earth had retreated into cessation

As if He no longer wields of days yore that Might, that Power;
That Governance, that Strength, that Grandeur

Or as if God no longer embodies Mercy as He did in days past;
As if His intentions had changed, or His Affection did not last

Such grievous notions are faulty—He is free of fault;
And the result of such notions is—on human dignity—an assault

Truth be told, such religions have withered away;
Bereft of vitality–untethered–they have shriveled away

Followers of such faiths have greedily fallen on the world;
Unaware of spiritual taste and discernment, dwelling in a dream-world

Their goal in life is to blindly follow unbridled ambition;
They are not believers—they tread on the terrain of evil volition

See how their hearts are covered with the spiritual decay of occluding rust;
Their having fallen on the world—hearts decayed, occluded—turned to ashen dust